This is a song about "Viking in my blood norwegian to my bone"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Time to get my blood flowin, im colder, told her knowing

Bone breaking, shaking my head then i'll bury y'all/

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

'cuz it's so deep in my blood, this the only shit that i fancy

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Cold to the bone, holdin' my claim / as being dope with the flows n' closest to fame

Sacrifice life in a pool of blood of my own stew,

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Until they coughing up blood then i dip my finger in it

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Smiling with blood dripping out my mouth in my mug shot

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Rapping is in my genes in my blood and even in my dreams